The Little Girl, the Old Man, and the Fairies.

Do you remember when you were a little girl, and you talked to fairies? If you can remember, then you probably looked like this:

If you’re a grown man, though, you’ll probably say that you never looked like that. But that’s okay. Pretty little girls and handsome little boys both like to talk to fairies. They flutter all around your head, and whisper funny words, and laugh so that you’ll laugh with them — even if you were in a bad mood before they came.

But what happens when you get older — and you can’t see, and you can’t hear the fairies anymore? What would you give to hear them again? You’ve tried opening all the old books that used to take you back to that enchanted fairy-place; but it’s not working. You’ve tried singing songs, tapping your toes in that special way, and even calling those pesky little fairies by name. But do they ever come?

Well, you tell me.

But now — the important thing to remember, is that the fairies never left you. They’re still hovering around your head; and though you might not be able to see or hear them, they’re still whispering, and they’re still laughing, hoping that you might start to laugh with them. Just try it! Burst out into sudden, inexplicable laughter (if you’re at Wal-Mart, you might want to wait until you get home), and then wait for the flutter of fairy wings against your cheeks. If you don’t feel it — well, you can sue me.

If you just remember this simple little rule, maybe someday when you’re old and grey, you’ll look like this:

An old man (or an old woman — whatever the case may be, no matter which one you started out as) TALKING TO FAIRIES.